Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Sometimes words follow me around. I can’t seem to get away from them. They crawl out of my heart before my hands are ready.
I’m walking around or working or hanging out with a friend and the words start to push out. “HEY! Stop a minute and get a pen! You can’t even believe what we just saw! Didn’t you see that? Didn’t you hear it? The smell of those colors!! Write this down quick before the words run away.”
Sometimes they do, run away, that is. Like a rainbow dancing on a rain puddle, they dry up, float away, and are gone in the mist of the morning.
Sometimes they don’t. They stay. They walk along my veins waiting for me to sit still long enough to let them fall onto the paper.
I see words everywhere and hear them calling to me.
I see them on the branches of a spring birch dappled with sunlight and raindrops.
“Isn’t that beautiful?” she said.
“What?” he answered.
“The tree. The light. The branches. The Springiness of it. All the new hope and promise of Spring is dancing in that tree.”
I know that my eyes are different, but I didn’t make them that way. I know that my ideas are odd. But life just grabs me. I see the moment in a snatch of time and I do my best to live it. Sometimes the moments are golden and take my breath away. Sometimes they are deeply sad and I have to fight the tears to just carry on.
The words of these experiences pile up in my veins until I let them breathe. I’m not sure why I was made this way, but I was. I can’t anymore stop the words from living than I can stop myself from breathing. It’s how I see things. How I feel.
If there is ever someone who will understand the words and be drawn to my side, he will understand.
Until then, I will do my best to help others to stop, smell the roses, and see Spring dancing in the trees.